Total DevistationM Alan Roberts

This world's insane. Prepare yourself for death.

Jon Oliva, "Savatage"

When I was a kid, I always believed that hell
was underground. Heaven was in the sky and Satan lurked beneath the
earth, waiting to consume the souls of the unrighteous and cast
eternal damnation upon the wicked. He digs it there under the
surface where it's dirty and dark, an environment that caters to
madness and suffering. In my young imagination, miles down into the
blackness of this planet's core, tortured souls dwelt there,
forever locked into the most excessive states of misery imaginable.
I used to get afraid in the dark sometimes; it reminded me of how I
thought hell would be like. I didn't want to end up burning in
hell, 10 times hotter than the kitchen stove, as my fanatical
maternal grandmother warned me repetitively.

One of the ever-ambiguous stories of the Bible
teaches that the end of the world will come after a series of
series of natural catastrophes, most brought on by the neglectful
and transgressive habits of humans. You can find similar stories in
most other prominent religious works. Billions of people believe
that this planetary home is temporary, only here for a
predetermined amount of time as dictated by the ultimately ominous
and compassionate creator that willed it into existence. And for
them, it's quite natural to develop strong associations between
ever-increasing reports of tsunamis, hurricanes, tornadoes, floods,
wildfires, rock slides, mudslides and all of the other types of
natural, yet often man made, disasters. Feeling that they are unable
to continue coping with the cumulative stresses of this life, they
become even more self-justified in their beliefs that the world's
catastrophes are definitive signs of the imminent apocalypse.

Longing to witness this ultimate,
humanity-ending cataclysm that will mark the permanent triumph over
the forces of evil, good hypocrites everywhere join together
stronger than ever, welcoming their well-earned transcendence into
states of eternal bliss. For the billions of other people that may
not be as diluted, those grounded in reality, these natural
disasters symbolize something similar, but quite different indeed.
You see, death is coming. My death, your death, our pets' deaths
and the death of all other living organisms, comes. Maybe not in a
flood, fire or hurricane, but we will die and, probably, far sooner
than we think.

The people of this planet have allowed their
governments and industries to poison the environment, strip them of
their personal rights, lie to them, steal from them, commit
genocide amongst them - and then persecute, prosecute and imprison
them because they rise to face their fears of further torment. Huge
corporate entities including pharmaceutical, petroleum and banking
firms control weak-minded, unethical political leaders. Massive
international police forces violate human rights everywhere, every
day. Unemployment, in the United States and around the world,
skyrockets. Prescription drug addictions are becoming more
prevalent than the entirely preventable health conditions for which
these drugs are an ostensibly cure or valid treatment. Trusted
religious leaders caught in pedophilic maneuvers. Disrespectful
humans continue to devastate natural resources to points of
depletion. Greed still rules. Those who attempt to serve others and
remain humble find themselves trampled further and further into the
dirt, tamped down, inch by inch, into the hell of my childhood
imagination.

Yesterday, I heard a news report about a
sinkhole opening right in the middle of a suburban housing
development. It was surprisingly circular and measured 60 feet in
diameter. Out of nowhere, the earth opened up and swallowed
everything within its circumference. It all just dropped more than
300 feet towards the core of the earth. That got me to thinking
about the earth's core and about how what goes on there might
affect what goes on the surface. Sinkholes happen under the oceans
causing massive waves to form. Tectonic plates continue to shift as
they always have, reshaping the formation of the continents.
Long-hidden pressures and liquids are released that no existing
man made machinery can manipulate, or even stand up to. Humans are
always helpless against the immeasurable powers unleashed when
Mother Nature gets pissed off. Volcanoes erupt. 100-foot waves
crash and kill. Fires devour and floods extinguish all goodness
encountered.

Still, the end of time does not arrive.
Instead, just another day to continue the life struggle that only
seems to get more difficult.

The end of world is not going to occur with
cherubim angels tooting trumpets in the four corners of the sky.
Don't expect to see 3-headed lions, whores from Babylon,
blood-filled rivers or parted seas. Instead, look around you, right
now. The angels are just disguised government-sent manipulators;
their trumpets are guns and legal codes. Queer obscenities like
3-headed lions are everywhere, hidden by society's acceptance of
anything and everything nontraditional. The youth are emotionally
tainted and demotivated to the point where they can't function
normally. Whores are absolutely everywhere and all that you'll find
changing the empirical formulation of the rivers and oceans are
petroleum-based products, and the dispersants used to hopefully
make them hidden too. And as hundreds of millions of good people
demand environmental responsibility from their governments, true
change is still decades away at best. In the meantime, the same
governmental lies, environmental poisons, thievery, indecency and
increasingly defiant iniquity will continue to dominate the globe.

The total devastation of a planet does not
happen overnight like a biblical predicted event; it happens over
many thousands of years. From the time that man stood up on two
feet, things have been slowly going to hell. The fact is that 6.3
billion is far too large of a number to represent the number of
people on this planet. Whether anybody likes it or not, the forces
of nature act in concert to regulate, mercilessly, the planetary
population as they see fit. When people show there asses too much,
when they start feeling that they're just too fancy for the
simplistic elements of living, they will die. They will die as
surely as the phytoplankton dies now in the Gulf of Mexico. It's
down in the depths; it's dirty and dark in that black hell, quickly
coming up to envelop all of us.

M Alan Roberts is a radical thinker. He has a gimlet eye for injustice, much as did Frederich Engels, a century and a half before. Still, Roberts finds a way to write effective SEO copy. This suggests both sides of his brain, his mind, work equally well.